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No, I am not selfish. No, my dogs are not abused. No, they do not hate being kenneled ; and no, I am not taking away their freedom. I am however sure that when I get home after an eight hour shift at work that my dogs will be excited to see me and will still be safe. There will not have been fights, there will not have been things eaten that shouldn’t have been, and there will not be a dead dog. No, I am not being dramatic, no I am not being “cruel” to my dogs. I am ensuring their safety, and that is all.

I will not agree to disagree. This isn’t a matter of what you think is right, it’s about what is safe and what isn’t. I’ve seen more people lose their dogs whom had so many more years ahead of them because they felt bad kenneling their dog. Guess what people, it could have been avoided if you had sucked it the hell up! No, your dog should not be afraid of it’s kennel, so make it a game, speak to a trainer about it, reward them for going in their kennel!

Kenneling is not a bad thing, your dog will not hate you, your dog will not hold a grudge, your dog will not die because you “stole their freedom”. However, your dog will be safe, your dog will be happy to see you, and you will have that much longer with your dog because you kept them safe. So you can think it’s cruel and I’m abusing my dogs as much as you want (that’s right, you know who you are) but my dogs will be around longer and I can be sure that nothing will ever happen to them while I’m away because they decided they NEEDED something, even though they normally would never consider it. I can be sure they’ll be safe when I get home.

“Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.” ― Paulo Coelho

Anyone who knows me personally knows that I have been battling parvovirus within my home. This is a tragic sickness, claiming the lives of so many beloved friends. Quite a few dogs came down with it, very young dogs. Today, very early morning, it claimed the body of a beautiful little pup named Brittany. Sometimes the fight is just too hard, and they simply can’t take it. I hope dearly that Brittany did not suffer much, and that she went peacefully and simply fell asleep. I hope she was warm, I hope she knew she was coming home.

Brittany, wherever you are, thank you for trying, thank you for giving it a fighting chance, and I’m sorry there wasn’t more I couldn’t do to help you. I wish there was something I could have done so that you were still here with us. I wish you were able to live out many more years, chasing balls, going on adventures, being happy. I know you’re watching over your brothers as they continue to fight, I know you’re lending them your strength, please continue to do so. Baby girl there are so many people rooting for them, and they’ve gotten so much better, but it’ll be a long road for them, though I know you’ll follow them throughout it and keep them safe.

I hope they’re able to live long healthy lives, and I know in my heart that you’ll help them do that Brittany. I wish I could find better words for you, but I know the love is enough. Godspeed baby girl.

Recently I’ve got a lot of the “oh aren’t you ready for a relationship?”, “I bet you can’t wait to have kids!” and when I tell them I have no plans of ever having kids they look at me as if, because of this small thing, I’m inhuman. Met with “Oh you’ll change your mind” and “It’ll just happen!” constantly I usually just slink away. How many times do I have to say that I’m never having kids? Why is that such a hard thing to believe, seriously?

I don’t like human children, there, I said it. I find them loud, unruly, dirty little things. Does that mean I’m cruel to kids? No. I actually get along with them really well, but I don’t like them either. Yes, my dogs are just as bad, they’re loud, dirty, chaotic little jerks, however, at the end of the day I can take them for a walk or hike and they’re perfectly happy. Where as a child just never quits!

I love my dogs, they’re plenty enough children for me. I will never not own dogs, and my dogs will always come first. That’s just how it is, and how it always will be. I am not going to have kids, ever, under any circumstances. Babies make me uncomfortable, I’ll stick to puppies.

My dogs are my partners, my teammates, my best friends. I owe these dogs my life, and I will continue to try my best to repay them, if I have to give something up so that my dogs can have something better, so be it. I love my dogs so much more than anything in this world, they have given me so many things. They’ve given me so many chances to find myself, to make myself a better person. Yes, they shit a lot, require a lot of grooming, attention, and there are so many times that they leave me absolutely broke, but isn’t that what being a mom is about? Loving something even when it takes so much from you ; because it gives you so many things that are absolutely invaluable? I am a mother, just because my children happen to have four legs and fur instead of being like a human child doesn’t make me any less of a mother.

I cry when they hurt, I smile when they’re happy, and I stick by their side no matter what happens. My dogs are my children, and are the only children that will ever live in my house, and I wouldn’t wish it any other way. So, if it offends you that I don’t want kids, or that I don’t want your child with it’s running nose and gross hands touching me, or that I really don’t feel comfortable holding your baby, then that’s just too bad. I enjoy seeing that my friends are happy with their children, and I don’t mind sharing that joy, and being happy for them, but I ask that they do the same for me and share in my happiness that my children(dogs) bring me.